Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Skriet,
CMW,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.